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VOL. 5 CHAPTER 1 It was now 1:00 AM on that hot August 19th in Fawcett City. In the basement of Butch Huskie's gym at 69 Empire Avenue and in the center of the wrestling ring, the "two" Captain Marvels were enjoying a long rest in each other's arms following the wild sexual match they had engaged in, which had lasted for a good two hours and which had been witnessed by two bodybuilders, Art and Jack. Outside the gym, the animal shrieks and guttural outbursts emanating from the two struggling giants were smothered by the activity surrounding the fire at 70 Empire Avenue. A very strong gust of wind had caused the fire to spread to the adjoining building at 72 Empire, a six-story apartment building. The fire had turned into a 3-alarm conflagration and the firefighters had succeeded in evacuating all the tenants. The 305-lb superhero decided it was time to assess the situation and he quickly disengaged himself from his burly sex partner and told Butch he wanted to check the situation outside. He donned his red costume, rushed outside and was astonished at the scene that confronted him. The Fire Chief informed him that the fire was finally under control but that one of his firefighters, Mark Dickman, was missing. He had rushed into the building about half an hour earlier to make sure there was nobody left inside but he not been seen since. Captain Marvel immediately entered the apartment building in search of the missing fireman. Mark Dickman, 34 years of age, is 5'10" tall and weighs 270 lbs of brawny muscles acquired by regular workouts at Butch's gym. He has jet-black, close-cropped hair and a rugged round face. A well-trimmed moustache adorns his upper lip and a cleft separates his round chin. He has thick eyebrows, long eyelashes and his eyes are like shiny black marbles. His masculine virility is manifested by a permanent 5 o'clock shadow. A thick mat of dark hair swirls around his massive pectoral muscles and covers his muscular forearms and powerful legs. His bullet-size nipples protrude provocatively through the chest hair. When erect his 9 1/2" cock sprouts at a slight angle to his right and his hairy, low-hanging testicles are the size of Florida tangerines. In other words, he's a real man's man. Mark has been a firefighter with Engine Company #39 for six years and loves his work. He enjoys the camaraderie and brotherhood of his fellow firemen. They sleep and eat at the firehouse, which is like a second home to the men. The dangers they face each time they go out on a call and the atrocities they sometimes encounter create a close, unspoken bond among themselves. Horseplay and practical jokes help relieve the tremendous tension and stress of their unique job. Because of his powerful physique and happy-go-lucky nature Mark is the idol and unofficial leader of the men of Company 39. On the home front, Mark's wife Linda divorced him a year ago, whining that he wasn't spending enough time with her and that the firehouse was more of a home to him than their own abode, a fact that Mark recognized as a true statement. He had to concede to himself that he enjoyed the company of his fellow firefighters more than that of his wife. After the divorce he moved into a high rise, Cameron Arms, where CHP Highway Patrolman Greg Rodman also resides. They occasionally met in the lobby, laundry room and elevator and Mark's senses stirred every time he came across the beefy cop and he tried to ignore these unmentionable feelings towards another man. Greg was always unusually friendly towards him, especially when he discovered that Mark was a city fireman. Lately, lustful glares were exchanged during their encounters and the two muscle-bound hunks started to crave each other's hot bodies. It was now just a question of when and where. As they both worked different shifts their encounters were infrequent. They had met at Butch's Gym a week earlier, where Greg had recently joined. Even though the CHP station house was equipped with a small gym the horny motorcycle cop was now always searching for an opportunity to meet other macho men, ever since his lusty partner, Gus Kodiak, had introduced him to the wonders of gay sex. During their vigorous and sweaty workout the two studs kept throwing glances at each other and they ended up sitting side by side in the wet steam room, white towels around their hardened waists. Their thighs pressed against each other and their growing members started to tent the towels outward. However, neither man initiated the first move, and they left the gym frustrated and balls aching for release. They proceeded to their respective apartments, Mark at 309, and Greg's was 906, where they masturbated while fantasizing about each other's pumped bodies. Back at the fire scene Captain Marvel came across several firefighters searching for the missing Mark Dickman. The fire had finally been put out but the building was gutted and in total darkness. The superhero decided to conduct his search from the top and flew to the roof and entered the building from the access door. He immediately found Dickman lying on the steps leading to the roof. His air pack had emptied and he had passed out from smoke inhalation. Captain Marvel picked up the injured fireman in his bulky arms and carried him up to the roof. He quickly removed the man's air pack, mask, helmet and coat and laid him down on his back. Mark was wearing yellow rubberized pants and red suspenders. The right strap covered his nipple but the left strap was rubbing against the side of the large swollen nip. His face and hairy chest were dripping with sweat. The Captain noticed that the victim wasn't breathing and immediately applied mouth-to-mouth. He kneeled down, pinched the man's nostrils, opened his mouth wide and brought his own mouth down over his. He started blowing his superbreath into the victim's lungs. The superhero couldn't help but admire the firefighter's masculine beauty and muscular build. During his struggles, Mark's manhood had pushed through the fly of his boxers and its outline bulged down the left side of his yellow pants. With their mouths locked in a life-giving kiss, the Cap's lips brushed against the wet, bristly hairs of the fireman's moustache and his Lycra-covered genitals began to stir. After about 20 seconds Mark coughed into the Captain's mouth and started to breathe. The superhero brought him up to a sitting position as Mark continued to cough up black smoke. At this point, the superhero brought his trunk-like thighs around and straddled the fireman's waist. He grabbed the victim's hulking shoulders with his meaty hands and clamped his mouth onto Mark's. He sucked out a great mouthful of smoke, then took a deep breath of the night air and blew it into the firefighter's mouth, alternating this procedure until Mark's lungs were clear of smoke. Captain Marvel never wore any underwear under the red, skin-tight spandex costume. During the ministrations the sexual natures of the two Goliaths became activated. Blood rushed to their huge shafts. Lycra and rubber bulges ground and rubbed against each other, oozing pre-cum. The mouth-to-mouth treatment had now turned into a passionate tongue-probing kiss. Mark couldn't believe that his savior and idol was making love to him. The Captain asked him how he was feeling and Mark replied that he was fine, except that he was exhausted and needed to rest. He asked the superhero if he could take him to his apartment and he happily agreed. He lifted the burly firefighter in his arms and flew off the roof. As he did so, he yelled down to the fire chief, "I found your fireman. He's OK and I'm taking him home to rest." CHAPTER 2 Motorcycle Patrolman Greg Rodman and Gus Kodiak had worked the evening shift, after which they had gone to the Cops' favorite waterhole, "Studs' Suds", located a couple of blocks from the precinct. They still wore their tight tan uniforms. Greg continued to feel the effects of Thor's magic nectar, which he had drained from the god's nipples the previous day, and felt pumped up, energized, powerful and horny. At 1:30 AM, after guzzling down a few beers and still under the legal limit, he got in his car and proceeded to his apartment at Cameron Arms. By this time, Captain Marvel and Firefighter Mark Dickman had arrived at the apartment building and were standing in the vestibule between the front door and the security door when Mark said, "Oh God, my keys are still at the firehouse." Just then, Greg had parked his car and proceeded to the front door and was amazed at seeing Captain Marvel and Mark standing there. When Mark explained the problem Greg suggested that they all go up to his apartment on the 9th floor, as it was obvious that Mark needed a rest. While in the elevator, the husky cop kept glaring at the fireman's hairy chest and big bulge outlined in his yellow rubberized pants. The three giants filled the steamy elevator car and their hot bodies were in constant contact during the ride up. The elevator reached the 9th floor and they entered Greg's apartment. As Mark was badly in need of a rest, he collapsed on Greg's king-size bed and promptly fell asleep. Captain Marvel and the cop removed the fireman's boots and pants, leaving him with just his boxer shorts. Greg told the superhero that he could use a rest himself and proceeded to remove his boots, uniform, utility belt, and helmet. Wearing only his damp jockstrap, the robust policeman stretched out on the fireman's right side. Captain Marvel left the bedroom and installed himself on the sofa, awaiting developments. CHAPTER 3 It was now 3:00 AM and all was quiet. Captain Marvel had removed his cape, yellow belt and the upper part of his costume. He was stretched out on the sofa dressed only in his skin-tight stretchy red tights and yellow boots. His monstrous genitals formed a throbbing, superbulge at his crotch as he fantasized about the two hot hunks in the next room. The vertical blinds in the large bedroom window were open and the glow of the full moon cast an eerie, intermittent incandescence on the two rugged bodies lying on their backs, inches from each other. Their mighty hairy chests swelled with their heavy breathing. Their manly faces were covered with thick, bristly stubble. Firefighter Mark Dickman was in the midst of an erotic dream. He was back on the roof at the fire scene and Captain Marvel was sucking on his engorged rod. The inflamed fireman started to writhe on the king-size bed and the head of his expanding tool pushed through the fly of his boxers and reached its full 9 1/2" erection. His right leg pressed against Motorcycle patrolman Greg Rodman's left leg stirring the sleeping giant to wakefulness and his hairy trunk-like thigh responded in kind. The two muscle-bound, horny stallions knew that, after months of craving each other's bodies, the time had finally come to consummate their passion. Greg's manmeat was equal in size and girth with the firefighter's and its hardness thrust outward against the rough material of the jock pouch threatening to break the straps encircling his round, meaty glutes. The frantic cop and fireman turned towards each other, wrapped their arms and legs around each other's scorching bodies and their mouths connected in a fiery, ravenous kiss. The hairs of their moustaches melded as their piercing tongues explored every nook and cranny of their oral cavities. They grabbed and kneaded their flexing muscles and their turgid pricks crushed against each other as the cop's jock pouch became sopping wet from their flowing pre-cum. The two stocky bodies were locked and twisting in a savage embrace during their prolonged, slobbering kiss. They started to moan and grunt into each other's mouths and the guttural sounds roused Captain Marvel out of his reverie. The law enforcement officer and the firefighter were rolling around on the huge bed, their sweaty bodies and hungry mouths united as one when Greg's eyes fell on a magnificent sight. There, filling the doorway, stood the superhero, fists on hips, drinking in the erotic scene. A ray of moonlight illuminated the superhero's throbbing, uncut 10" manmeat and each, orange-size testicle protruding on either side of the crotch seam. Greg pointed to the doorway and Mark turned around and gasped at the sight of the incredible creature standing there with saliva drooling down his chin and ferocious hunger in his eyes. It was a vision to weaken the knees of any stout-hearted man and which the two macho hunks drank in with electrified excitement. As they ogled the throbbing, oozing supercock, they quickly removed whatever little attire remained on their brawny bodies and eagerly beckoned to the torrid superhunk to join them. CHAPTER 4 Firefighter Mark Dickman and Highway Motorcycle Patrolman Greg Rodman sat themselves down at the end of the bed, legs spread far apart, with Greg's left thigh pressing against Mark's right as they eagerly watched the approaching colossus. The Herculean superhero's monstrous genitals moved against the damp spandex and his meaty ass globes jiggled as he ambled slowly towards the two hot studs. The passionate superhunk now stood in front of the two waiting, wide-eyed, salivating barn animals and positioned each knee against their wet crotches with his raging, seeping organ thrusting against the thin red Lycra, demanding attention, all the while rotating sensuously his expansive butt. The cop and firefighter wrapped one rippling arm around an upper thigh and hungrily attacked the palpitating member, which was now so wet with pre-cum that every criss-crossing vein, bulbous head and thick ridge of foreskin were clearly visible through the thin stretchy material. Their hot tongues and mouths slurped, sucked and nibbled the Captain's sex apparatus with wild abandon. His catcher-mitt hands grabbed and pushed down on their twisting heads. Hot French kisses were exchanged as the two greedy mouths serviced the throbbing shaft. The superhero ground his knees against the men's crotches and his meaty bubble butt thrust forward as he rubbed his hot horse cock against their stubbly chins and moustaches. Each man now clamped his mouth around a cum-filled testicle and gnawed and sucked away at it. The Cap's monster meat became sopping wet with spit and pre-cum and the rubbing of the thin elastic spandex increased the exquisite sensations that overwhelmed his entire body. His growls of pleasure and the two men's grunts and slurps reverberated around the moonlit bedroom. Captain Marvel's bullet-size nipples were erect and swollen as he tweaked them with his thumbnails and then twisted them unmercifully. Those two highly sensitive membranes required special attention. While Greg and Mark were busy servicing The World's Mightiest Mortal's heavy equipment with their mouths and tongues and squeezing his large undulating asscheeks the superhero continued to manipulate his swollen tits and knew that they now needed some additional stimulus. He turned around and squatted between the two hunks placing his left thigh over Mark's right and his right one over Greg's left thigh. As the panting superhunk brought their heads down towards his heaving chest the two studs realized what their idol was craving. They latched on to one hard, swollen nipple with their hot lips and swirled their tongues around the cock-like tender membranes. The Captain's tits were the most sensitive and erotic area of his body and as the two men sucked and nibbled his entire body went into wild contortions and he grunted loudly between clenched teeth. He clasped his heavy thighs around their own in a vise-like grip and clutched at their bull necks. His Lycra-clad thighs crushed the men's balls and leaking stud cocks. The men had one arm behind the Cap's back with their fingers intertwined and fondled the superhero's genitals with their other hand. The intensely erotic scene went on for a good ten minutes until such time as the skin of the Captain's nipples became raw and turned an angry reddish color. He reluctantly moved their heads away from his chest and the three titans began to exchange ardent slurpy kisses as they fell back onto the bed and the three masses of hot flesh thrashed about in a rhythmic power struggle. During their fierce contortions, firefighter Dickman and motorcycle cop Rodman tore off the remaining portion of Captain Marvel's Lycra costume and the three sweaty, turbulent bodies were now free of any constraints. CHAPTER 5 It was now 3:30 AM in Motorcycle Patrolman Greg Rodman's bedroom and the full moon created an eerie pattern on the king-size bed as it shone through the vertical slats of the curtain. Greg, Firefighter Mark Dickman and Captain Marvel had reached the apex of their sexual energy and the exploration of their fiery bodies had become violent. Their yells and animal grunts could have waken the dead. As a matter of fact, the noise had aroused Greg's neighbor, a burly, bearded bouncer at one of the singles' bars, out of a deep sleep. He jumped out of bed and, with his ear glued to the adjoining wall, had removed his shorts and was beating his meat as he listened to the wild masculine and guttural sounds. He had been lusting after the law-enforcement officer's sexy, muscular body since the day Greg moved in. The hefty lawman was sitting astride the fireman's waist and his steel-hard poker was attacking Mark's pulsing fire hose and he ground his huge balls against the other man's. A constant flow of pre-cum spurted out of their engorged joysticks and the fireman's hairy bloated chest became wet with the sex juice and sweat. The two men snarled and spit as they pulled and twisted each other's hard, swollen tits. Not wanting to be the odd man out, Captain Marvel kneeled down over the fireman's face, facing the cop, with his enormous thighs on either side of Mark's face. The firefighter was staring up at the superhero's twitching mancunt and couldn't resist the invitation. He reached around, pulled down on the Captain's thighs and buried his face in the mystical fissure separating the superhunk's melon-shaped glutes. His lengthy tongue pierced through the anal lips and proceeded to explore the Cap's innards and titillate his prostate gland while his moustache and stubbly cheeks scraped against the tender skin of his asscheeks. The exquisite sensation caused Captain Marvel to groan. He reached across, grabbed the cop's muscular shoulders and stuck his tongue down his throat. As the two men's mouths and tongues became engaged in a hot, erotic battle, the superhero's ass was squirming and grinding down on the fireman's slurping mouth and his steel pole was making fucking motions in the crevice between the fireman's pumped-up pecs. At the same time Greg's right hand was pumping the two cocks and tweaking the Cap's left nipple with his left. The action reached a frantic pace when the superhero lifted himself off the fireman's face and moved around to the side of the two men. The feverish superhero was now in a kneeling position and glaring with hungry anticipation at the two twin bull rods enclosed in the cop's fist. The skin on the purple mushroom heads was stretched and taut, almost transparent, as they rubbed against one another and spewing copious amounts of pre-cum. The policeman released his prey to give Captain Marvel complete access. The superhero started to slurp, dog fashion, at the two pulsing cockheads, greedily swallowing the flowing clear nectar. He squeezed the crown of the cop's joint causing the piss slit to spread out and inserted the tip of his hot tongue down the urethra. The exquisite sensation caused the frenzied lawman to scream uncontrollably and his body to convulse as if it were in an epileptic fit. Next door, the bouncer was holding an inverted highball tumbler against the common wall and had his ear glued to the bottom of the glass. The effect served to amplify every sound originating from Greg's bedroom. After a while he had been able to identify three separate male voices and the thought that his virile neighbor was in the throes of a stormy orgy maximized his erotic fantasies. He quickly retrieved his favorite toy, an 8" ballsy dildo, lubricated it with K-Y jelly and squatted down on it. Once the slick rubber prick had fully penetrated his bunghole he again put his ear against the glass and, as he listened to the action, he began to move his ample ass up and down on the dildo as his hot cum gun flopped around in every direction. With his free hand he began to assault his large erect nipples protruding straight out from his massive hairy chest. Captain Marvel removed his tongue from Greg's piss canal and inserted it into the fireman's, whose reaction was similar to the cop's. He shouted in ecstasy and thrust his body upwards rubbing his hard wang against the lawman's. The superhero then opened his mouth as wide as he could and wrapped it around the two leaking cockheads and sucked them into his oral cavity as far in as he could manage. After a while his oral organ performed a long process of bathing and sucking the two leathery fuck tools. The impassioned motorcycle cop reached over the Captain's head, grabbed the fireman's bull neck and the two raging stallions grasped each other's massive shoulders and started to lick, suck and bite at each other's stubbly faces and necks as the superhero serviced their cocks. The beastly groans and primitive howls penetrated the bouncer's ear causing him to pummel his big ass down on the rubber cock with unrestrained frenzy while growling like a caged animal. The two adjoining bedrooms reeked of wanton sex and sweaty bodies. CHAPTER 6 As Captain Marvel continued to suck and lick the two throbbing salamis his ass muscles began to twitch and he felt an undeniable need to fill that void that Thor had explored not too long ago. Having superhuman powers he knew he could handle both cocks simultaneously and the very thought filled him with urgent excitement. His head and the back of his neck were wet with spit that had dribbled down from the mouths of the two slobbering and slurping studs above him. He explained his plan to the motorcycle cop and firefighter and they responded with wild anticipation. Following the Captain's instructions Greg laid himself back, placed his right leg under Mark's left leg and his left leg on top of the firefighter's right leg. He then pushed his body forward until the two crotches were perfectly lined up, balls against balls and cock against cock. The two brawny, hairy hunks were leaning on their elbows, their burning eyes boring into each other, squirming and grinding their crotches together awaiting their idol's next move. The two grappling schlongs were slick and glistening, well lubricated by the ever-flowing love juice and the superhero's anal canal was also oily with anticipation. He stood facing the motorcycle cop and slowly lowered his gargantuan body placing one knee on either side of his waiting target until he could feel the two-headed battering ram penetrate the crack between the enormous glutes of his bubble butt and push against the tender lips of his anus. With a barbaric grunt he reached back, spreading his asscheeks apart and his bunghole opened wide to welcome the heavy artillery. His lust-filled eyes bored into the cop's rugged face and he gasped as he felt the two bulbous heads penetrate his quivering rectum. Planting his hands on the lawman's hairy, heaving pecs, he stopped for a moment to allow his body to adjust to the inhuman invasion. The ring of muscles of his sphincter relaxed and the torrid superhunk resumed his descent onto the scorching apparatus. Wild-eyed and groaning, the Captain squeezed the cop's tits unmercifully and emitted a primal growl as the two cocks achieved full penetration. Captain Marvel squatted, motionless, relishing the acute sensation of having two living and throbbing organs filling his bowels. CHP motorcycle patrolman Greg Rodman stretched his hefty arms along the Captain's immense thighs and glared, drooling, at the superhero's 10" distended stovepipe which was spewing pre-cum all over his hairy abs. Firefighter Mark Dickman caressed the Captain's muscular back with his meaty hands and began to clutch at the plump butt resting on his belly. He could feel his nut-sac pressing against the cop's and the two ramrods locked in a tight embrace deep inside the superhero's innards. The three crazed, sweating bulls began to snarl and hiss like wild jungle beasts as the superhunk raised his butt to give the two studs complete freedom and mobility. Still grasping the superhero's asscheeks the firefighter began to massage his crankshaft against the cop's and Greg responded in kind. A throaty growl arose from the Captain's chest as he felt the two mating ramrods struggling for supremacy inside his guts. He leaned forward, enveloping the policeman's beefy shoulders in his flexing arms and started to lap at the cop's stubbly face and neck with his dense tongue, which eventually reached down the cop's throat. As the two hot mouths sucked, licked and nibbled at each other, deep prolonged moans accompanied the slurping sounds. The superhunk started to move his mountainous butt up and down in a perfect slow rhythm with the two thrusting jackhammers. The three humping and hunching wild stallions were on fire as the tempo increased. The bed was squeaking loudly and threatened to collapse from the combined weight of the thrashing bulls. The sounds that penetrated the wall and the bouncer's ear were driving him crazy with lust. Still in a kneeling position, he continued to grind his ass down furiously on the rubber cock. He had lubricated his bobbing manmeat with spit and was beating it violently with his ham-like hand. He imagined himself in the throes of a sexual encounter with the beefy motorcycle cop and his erotic excitement reached a shrieking, growling pinnacle. Next door, the three sweaty, writhing and thrusting bodies prolonged the incredible action for a good fifteen minutes. At the height of erotic stimulus, the two turgid organs fucking each other inside the superhero's inner sanctum had swelled to heroic proportions. The Captain kept squeezing his asslips around the two cocks and moving his gigantic butt up and down, up and down, achieving complete sensual gratification. His engorged, throbbing phallus rubbed against the cop's hairy, rock hard, muscular abdomen and spurted copious amounts of pre-orgasmic juice all over the policeman's heaving chest. Their heavy breathing and groans accelerated as the two steel rods started to fuck each other at a furious pace. Captain Marvel threw his head back, grasped the cop's erect tits and the three crazed stallions shrieked in unison as the three cocks erupted. Hot white lava exploded from the superhero's powerful horse cock, drenching the cop's chest, neck and face. The policeman and firefighter went into spastic contortions as their searing pricks blasted forth with scorching creamy jism, filling the superhero's bowels. On hearing the climactic outcries, the stocky bouncer growled like an animal, ground down hard-on the dildo and his tortured manhood discharged, spewing jet after jet of pent-up ball sauce all over the carpeted floor. Captain Marvel, Greg and Mark disengaged their sweaty, sticky bodies and fell asleep on the king-size bed with their arms and legs intertwined. The bouncer went back to bed and promptly fell into a deep sleep, as his brawny cop occupied his lustful dreams. THE END